Nicknames: Kitten-boo ("You're not a cat, you're a Kitten-boo"), Isi (Eye-sigh)
Gotcha Date: March 24th 1980
Birthday: February 16th 2003
Likes: Being the center of attention and being scritched
Pet-Peeves: being hugged (though she'll tolerate it from her mommy a bit), having her fur tweaked, and having the base of her tail scritched too much
Favorite Toy: Toss-up between a Kong Kickeroo and her new fishing pole
Favorite Nap Spot: On the blanket on the desk to the right side. Mommy got an L-shaped desk just so she could stay with her all day!
Favorite Food: Friskies wet, all varities.
Skills: She can make my fiancee go goo-goo over her with a mew
Arrival Story: I was working at a vet hospital that ran a rescue out of it. Isis's mother was brought in, very pregnant, and set up in one of the cages to give birth. About a month and a half later, they were to be put up for adoption. She is my guilty pleasure as I have generally always adopted older cats that need homes. I just really missed having a kitten.
Bio: She was raised with 2 older females (Pi and Beth) and her adoptive father and guardian was a one eyed male tuxedo ("One Eyed" Willy).
Mom and Dad have been putting shiny boxes with bows on them under this thing that looks like a tree, but doesn't smell like one. One of the boxes caught my eye. I've seen my name written enough that I know what it looks like and this one had my name on it!
Since it was clearly for me, I decided to see what was in it and carefully used a claw to start an incision on the paper. For some reason, Dad made a bad noise and I got scared. I guess I'll just leave it alone and wait to see what happens....
((Owner's Note: Yes, she did try to open a present, the one with her name on it, and ONLY that one. She's left it alone since. Goes to show you, eager anticipation of Christmas gifts spans species!))
You know, it had slipped my mind that Isis is doing this now, but when getting lovins, her tail sometimes poofs. She's still purring and rubbing and cuddling away, just her tail is three times its normal width.
Guess she's really happy having two owners that dote on her.
As much as I know that people write as their cats, Isis is sadly illiterate like many cats. As such, I will be writing for her in my own voice.
It's been a few months since I brought my babycat here. She's not so much of a baby now as she turns 8 today. She's from a house with more than enough cats. Some were rescues looking for a new home, some were permanent residents, but they were all her sibs. Now she's here and it seems she kinda feels the absence of Pi, Willy, Marshie and the others. But we (Ed and I) try our best to keep her entertained and engaged.
To celebrate her birthday, we got her 2 toys. One is a Kong Kickaroo and the other is a new fishing pole. She loves them both. The Kong she plays by herself (check out her new photos). The pole she will tell us that she wants to play with and then for the next half hour, we try to keep her from flipping headfirst into something. I'll have a video of that here soon.
Also, little princess had some tilapia we got just for her birthday! Not bad for a rescue kitten. :)